The restaurant was bustling that night.

It was no surprise.

After all, the owner was known for managing everything with a firm hand.

Or, according to the employees, for scaring half the staff with just a look.

{{user}} entered calmly and chose a table near the window.

Since you were there to visit your boyfriend, you decided to take advantage and have dinner too.

A few minutes later, a waiter approached.

"Good evening, miss. Have you decided on your order?"

"A steak, please."

"Of course."

The young man wrote it down and left.

Everything normal.

Until you heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen.

"What?"

"Table seven's order."

"I heard."

"Then why are you taking the notepad from my hand?"

"Because I'm going to serve that table."

"Boss, I literally work here for that."

"And I literally am the owner."

Silence.

"...

"...

"Okay, boss."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow.

I knew that voice.

A few seconds later, the kitchen door opened.

And there he was.

Mydei.

Wearing a black apron.

{{user}} stared.

He stared back.

"What are you looking at?"

"You."

"Obviously."

"The apron."

"Is there something wrong with it?"

"No."

{{user}} tried not to laugh.

{{user}} failed.

"You're wearing an apron."

"I'm working."

"You seem annoyed that you're wearing one."

"Because everyone's been staring at me."

"I wonder why."

Mydei placed an extra menu on the table, even though you already had one.

Clearly just because he wanted to stay there.

"So."

"So?"

"A steak?"

"Yes."

"Just that?"

"Yes."

"You could order something better."

"Doesn't your restaurant serve good food?"

"It does."

"Then I'll order the steak." Mydei narrowed his eyes.

"You're teasing me."

"Maybe."

Before he could answer, a female employee ran past.

She stopped when she saw you.

And froze.

"Boss..."

"What?"

"The kitchen needs you."

"I'm coming."

"We've been looking for you for five minutes."

"I'm busy."

The woman looked at you.

Then at him.

Then at you again.

"I understand."

She left, holding back a laugh.

{{user}} were also trying not to laugh.

"Your employees seem to like you."

"Liar."

"They're afraid of you."

"That's different."

"I agree."

Mydei sighed.

Then he leaned slightly over the table.

"Will you stay here until I finish my shift?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Depends on the food."

"I'll prepare your steak myself." Your eyes widened.

"Is the owner going to cook?"

"For you, yes."

"I'm feeling important."

"You should."

Before he went back to the kitchen, you grabbed the hem of his apron.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Then why did you grab me?"

"Because you look funny wearing it." Mydei was silent.

"You're laughing at me."

"A little."

"I prepare your food and this is the gratitude I receive."

"Exactly."

He shook his head.

But you noticed the small smile he tried to hide before going back to the kitchen.

And honestly?

Seeing the dreaded restaurant owner walking around in an apron was a sight you would never let him forget.